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Tuesday, 13 May 2014

Super Exciting Secret Thing.

What is up, my homeboys? Are you getting down with your bad self? You are? That's wonderful news.

It's Tuesday... That's all I've got for you today. No word of a lie. I just sat here and let my fingers hover over the keyboard for about 2 minutes, trying to come up with something else to add to it, and this sentence is the only thing that I could think of. Yup, my go-to topic to talk about when there is nothing to talk about, is how there is nothing to talk about. I do have a Next-On-Netflix review to lay down on your sweet, sweet faces, but I'm saving it for tomorrow because it may take a while and I don't have that much time today... so instead I'm treating you with a topic about itself... get your brains around that bad boy.

There's stuff that I want to say, also, but can't due to it being the super exciting secret thing that I have alluded to in the past. I suck at secrets though, as the purpose of this particular super exciting secret thing being a secret is to not draw attention to it, should it fall through... All I've done is cause more intrigue than is necessary as I've made it sound like it's super exciting and secret, which means even more people are waiting to hear whether I succeed or not, which defeats the object of the whole reason for keeping it secret in the first place.

Also, I'm pretty certain that I've made the super exciting secret thing sound a lot bigger than it actually is, thus setting you all up for disappointment should I succeed in the super exciting secret thing, announce what it is and then see you all collectively sigh and walk away, heads down, because you were certain I was going to announce that I had found the cure for cancer, or world peace, or how to get Nicholas Cage to stop making movies (I am working on that one, people, it's just proving more difficult than I had expected). This particular fear was confirmed as I told a friend earlier in the week about this super exciting secret thing, and she promptly followed this up with "Never mind that, I'm desperate to find out what this secret thing is that you keep on talking about!"

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Yeah... there's a chance that this super exciting secret thing is only really super and exciting to me... So, you know, be prepared for that.

I'm off, because I'm short on time and devoid of words in my mind palace... okay, so it's less of a palace, and more like an abandoned shed you might find at the bottom of your garden, but the point is that it has no words in it, so I'm going to stop writing words down because I don't want to go into a brain overdraft. I hate debt.